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Who wants to hear about my craptacular day?

No one? Well, too bad.

Yeah. I found out that many more of my teeth are abcessed. They're going to try to save them by doing root canals (had the first done today), but apparently when you mess with a tooth (like what happened with the one I had done today),and it's on the edge of abcessing, being messed with aggravates it and kills the nerve. So I'm on a course of antibiotics in hope that'll stop nerve death. Otherwise, I'll lose several teeth, including some of my front ones.

Yeah, not happy. I did get to buy more books though, and finished reading A Brief Chapter In My Impossible Life (soooo good).

*scared*

Okay.

I know I've been throwing self-pity parties quite frequently lately. So I guess this needs restated, because apparently with all of my freaking out some of you forget it.

I love you all more than life itself.

I can deal with what's going on with me. I have found a method of coping that, for the moment anyway, is working marveously (usually). But if anything happened to any of you...

I don't know what I'd do. Seriously. Remembering that someone out there gives a flying fuck is what keeps me going on the days when I wonder what the hell I'll do with a Creative Writing Masters, and what I'll do if my writing doesn't take off, etc. etc.

So please take care of yourselves. I don't have the money or the time to fly over and check up on all of you.

Yeah, I'm close to crying right now because I feel like I'm not doing my friend duties for some of you. And I'm very sorry for that. It's just the fact that I'm coming out of a very bad time with someone (who isn't to blame at all, some of you know this story, please don't mention it in the comments thank you), so I'm trying not to get myself in so deep with the rest of you.

However, it's too late. I am in too deep. And I can't survive something like that again.

Okay, going back to writing before I start sobbing.